"That's what I'm trying to tell the police. RUN!"A couple of the hostages got up and darted for the door.Mike and Eddie turned, so I briefly disappear...d and appeared a few steps further away from the entrance to the counter."Hey!" said Eddie when he turned back. "Where do you think you're going?" No where," I said.He grabbed my shirt."Help!" I cried out. "You can fight them. They don't have guns!"There was only one male hostage but he became bold and attacked Mike. Eddie slugged me in the face. A D-cup bullet bra was wrapped round his chest and fastened inplace. He took short breaths as his hands were untied and then cuffedbehind his back."Alright Martin. It's time to put your wedding dress on." No...please no," he gasped. It was to be the final insult. "Don't dothis to me," he blurted out as he was forced to turn around and face thedress as it was taken off the stand."Time to put on the dress Martin," Leanne said."Please don't. I don't want to do this," he said as the. This dark, shadowy man in coveralls was the maestro and she was the instrument, and she had no more control or responsibility than a violin has in the hands of a virtuoso. He played her and she soared with sexual music, and meanwhile the hot, a****l throbbing of his hard cock against her hip was like wild obscene metronome, setting the tempo, urging her on, higher and higherHer hips began to move. She couldn't stop them and what did she care anyhow? She was being ****d by a stranger and who. His laughter rose to maniacal howls of mirth when the news anchor reported shots being fired inside the coffee shop. The helicopter camera view showed the police scurrying around like ants in a kicked ant hil. The anchor's voice was no longer hushed. It was excited by the blood lust that all human animals share. Carlos felt it. He wished that he had thought to bring one of his little bitches in to service him while he was watching the end of his cousin's life. He kept a supply of illegals for.